Solitude’s Embrace

Solitude’s Embrace

In solitude’s hold, I find my space,
a world of quiet, a slow-paced race.
Alone with thoughts that interlace,
in solitude’s hold, I trace my base.

The world outside moves fast and loud,
but here inside, thoughts are allowed.
In solitude’s hold, I’m wrapped, enshrouded,
in quietude, where I’m unbowed.

Might solitude’s hold be my place,
where I meet myself face to face?
In this quiet, find my own pace,
solitude’s hold, my saving grace.